Dag: 2017-02-28

Rose Spoke Poetry

roses of dreams
not only for buzzing bees
for me too


… popped up in my head on the way between Carpe Diem and B_ live. Now I see how wonderful that sounds. ”Seize the day & Be live”. Well, I was both live and alive in my lively head. No emptiness there.
But however I would very much like to praise emptiness. I find it a strong ‘existence’ – life philosophically. Also like ‘a must’ to reflect about.
I have some favorite words. One is ‘beyond’ and the others sound better in Swedish than in English – sorry for that. I even founded up a new – I think – English word to suit what I wanted to express. Favorit nr one is ‘annorlunda’ and in English it would be different or otherwise but they are absolutely to simple!!!! ‘Differwisely’ would be much better. I love ‘differwisely’ people! Have always done. They are fascinating and exciting. They have great and exciting minds. I get so curious. Watching from a distance or I involve. Depends on …

Why did I end up in my pearly words? …. searching for the thread … ah emptiness … I think ‘differwisely’ people sometimes/often feel emptiness … about the outside world … from the lack of understanding surrounding them. Never inside their minds. Some of them doesn’t bother at all. Some are just lost in our world.

people as poetry
when lines telling the story
about roses and thorns

When living in the Emirates I got to know a lot of people. Some Persian. One was a tennis player and he liked my way of swimming and wanted me to teach him to swim and he offered to teach me tennis. Another one was a film maker. He wanted me to see his film … I was so innocent and a naiv Swedish young woman at that time. I’m glad I got me out from that situation. I’m not stupid thanks … who should I thank when I have no god? My parents and my upbringings of course!

like a film
some in vivid colors – some black
with no roses

At that time I hadn’t discovered poetry.
Ha ha … now I remembered the surfer in Abu Dhabi … that was really a funny story … my son had to call for me … I disappeared out in the Arabian Sea … which Persians of course call Persian sea.

gems of sand
singing poetry – in sea
a rose listens


Don’t buy me red roses!
If roses – just
Rose roses.


Abu Dhabi
My son out teaching his dad how to surf.

Daughters in Persian - Arabian Sea
My daughters in Persian Sea.

Carpe Diem: #1165 Roses.


He was Outstanding

Will there ever be another conductor like him! No, of course not! He was just outstanding! He was one of the reason I started to enjoy classic music. How fascinated I became. Keeping the whole orchestra so strong in ones hands. Fantastic I thought and still think.

In Herbert von Karajan I also found that special sensitivity. I always look for that when it comes to artists of all kinds. Musicians as well as dancers.

Tonight at the premier of ”In our Past – We have the Present” and I met him. My – now – favorite choreographer. Actually he is the director. He was happy I came, he said, after the performance. Most happy I was – of course. How hard he had worked, I noticed. But now ”paid off” with ovations and applauds. He really has a wonderful dance group for his national dance theatre. I got three new favorites tonight. I had Alexandra (left) first and has still of course. She is also outstanding!

Favorite dancers - Budapest
My two favorite female dancers.

One more female dancer now and two male dancers. They have classic schooling – which I want for contemporary dancers. Otherwise it tends to be more gymnastic than dance. So many practicing classic dance and when they grow up they have ‘wrong’ body measures for classic dancers. Life is hard for them. Luckily they can have a career as contemporary dancers.

 

PERFORMANCE ARTS – I LOVE ❤


I Garderoben

-Oj! tänker jag när jag ser ‘olycka’ förknippat med ‘mormor’. Det vill jag verkligen inte skriva om. Då händer det säkert …

-Ja, så kan jag tänka. Det där med föraningar är inget kul. Detta vore liknande. Föraningar som slår in … föraningar man oftast inte vill ha.

Förresten har jag ju redan råkat ut för en olycka och nu är jag rädd och mycket försiktig i trappor. Tycker det är otäckt faktiskt – att gå i trappor numera. Inget kul alls. Det heller.

Om jag skulle komma ut ur garderoben … vad skulle det då gälla … det undrar jag också … vore spännande att veta … får stanna i den tills jag vet …

Liszt Academy, Bydapest
Kijarat = Exit

Jag är fortfarande inne i … 😉

Skrivpuff: Mormor, garderob, olycka – skriv om minst två.